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Pennypoker um in short, met with an accident which unduly detained us and ah, I have it!" he exclaimed triumphantly, as he carefully worked his stick put through the earth, and extended it in mid-air, with a shapeless, dripping mass hanging on its tip. No further explanation was needed. Mrs.
Pennypoker was ignominiously routed and driven from the field, for Wang Kum ignored her stony gaze, and cheerfully and volubly chattered to her in a torrent of Pidgin-English which left her no opportunity for reply; so she withdrew, resolving that her first reform should be the removal of Wang from office. However, on this question Mr.
She'll never forgive you, if you send her off; and what's more, I hope she won't; so there, now!" "Alice!" And there was no mistaking the meaning of Mrs. Pennypoker's tone. "I don't care if 'tis!" exclaimed Allie, with illogical recklessness. "You're just too mean, and I don't blame Janey one bit." "Alice!" repeated Mrs. Pennypoker. "You may go to your room, and not leave it again to-day.
Pennypoker; but long experience had taught her that the ways of Wang Kum were past finding out, so she only tucked the note into her belt and went on her way, resolving, however, to warn the doctor to select another Cupid, in the future, to be the bearer of his messages. Some weeks had slipped away since Ned's illness, and spring had once more come to Blue Creek.
Pennypoker was scarcely the person to make good their loss; and Ned and Grant would have had a lonely life, had it not been for motherly Mrs. Burnam, whose heart was large enough to take in all the children with whom she came in contact.
Everett at length, after he had watched them in silence, during some moments; "what are you doing here?" The Reverend Gabriel and Mrs. Pennypoker both started guiltily. So interested had they been in their search, that they had been unconscious of Mr. Everett's approach until he stood before them. In her surprise, Mrs.
At one side of the drift and leaning against the wall, stood Mrs. Pennypoker, with one foot drawn up under her, much in the attitude of a meditative hen. A few feet away from her, the doctor was bending forward, with his lamp extended in one hand, while with his other he held his cane, which he was poking about in the soft, sticky mud. "Well," said Mr.
As he drew near the little group on the steps, Louise courteously rose to greet him. "Come in, Dr. Hornblower," she said hospitably. "Walk into the parlor, and I'll call Mrs. Pennypoker." The doctor paused irresolutely, while he looked up into her fair young face. "Um thank you," he said awkwardly. "I will at least I didn't exactly come to see Mrs. Pennypoker, this afternoon.
"So she is," returned Ned defensively; "but she flies into everything head first, and without thinking much about it; and then she goes into the depths of gunny-sacks and cinders afterwards, when it's too late to do any good." "That isn't a very helpful kind of penitence," remarked Mrs. Pennypoker, looking up from her plate. "It's a very natural one, I am afraid," said Mr. Everett charitably.
"What is it now?" asked her mother quietly, for she saw from Allie's face that something was troubling her, and, mother-like, she wished to help her little daughter. "Why, it isn't so much; only something that Grant was telling, something Mrs. Pennypoker said," answered Allie, while she threaded her needle and stuck it in beside the hole.
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